| Well , I'll be damned .Here comes your ghost again | |
| But that's not unusual | |
| It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call | |
| And here I sit, hand on the telephone | |
| Hearing a voice I'd known, a couple of light years ago | |
| Heading straight for a fall | |
| As I remember your eyes | |
| were bluer than robin's eggs | |
| My poetry was lousy, you said | |
| "Where were you calling from?" | |
| "A booth in the Midwest" | |
| Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks | |
| You brought me something | |
| We both know what memories can bring | |
| They bring diamond and rust | |
| Well, you burst on the scene were already a legend | |
| The unwatched phenomenon, | |
| the original vagabond you strayed into my arms | |
| And there you stayed ,temporarily lost at sea | |
| The Madonna was yours for free | |
| Yes, the girl on the half shell | |
| Could keep you unharmed | |
| Now I see you standing | |
| with brown leaves falling all around | |
| Snow in your hair | |
| Now you're smiling out the window | |
| of that crummy hotel over Washington Square | |
| Our breath comes out white cloud mingles | |
| and hangs in the air | |
| Speaking strictly for me | |
| We both could've died then and there | |
| Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic | |
| Then give me another word for it | |
| You who're so good with words | |
| and at keeping thing vague | |
| Cause I need some of that vagueness now | |
| It's all come back too clearly | |
| Yes , I loved you dearly | |
| And if you're offering me diamonds and rust | |
| I've already paid |